The Classady Inn

You'd think my lack of blog updates would have something to do with the toddler, or the job, or the adoption, or my desire to sneak in a TV show every once in awhile...  But lately my excuse is our revolving door of house guests.  We are not the entertaining type.  Did I mention we have a toddler?  And three overly friendly/intrusive dogs.  Despite our current environment, we found ourselves hosting two students from Bridgewater England.

They are pictured here with my girl Riley who has just now decided to become an introvert like her Mama.  This is her new "I really want to smile, but I'm not quite sure who you are, so I'm gonna make this weird frowny look so there is no question that I do not trust you" face...

Our guests were super sweet.  They kept saying our house, our food, us, etc.  were "soooo American."  Can't argue with that one.  We learned that yards are called gardens (read "gahh-dins"), twinkies are only available in the US, we fry too much of our food, and we eat too much of it.  And they think Harry would make a much better King than Charles or William.

After our friends from across the pond set off for home, it was time for grandparent invasion, aka Easter. We had a great time despite our blind dog's attempt to ruin dinner.  He ran full speed into our grill full of hot charcoal.  He was fine.  Our dinner's fate hung in the balance for a moment, but was thankfully saved.  We do have Riley's constant reminder every time she sees the grill that "Doc ran over the grill!"  And a patch of burnt grass in our gahh-din.

My parents were lucky enough to celebrate their 34th anniversary on Easter Sunday.  I know they've had a great 34 years, but it's really hard to imagine them any happier than they were in this moment.  The little ham in front of them may have something to do with that...

Speaking of hams, Riley put on quite the show during her first Easter egg hunt.  She was all business.  I think she's ready to take on the neighborhood kids next year.

Oh, I am already dreading the day when she wants to pick out her own clothes...

We had a great weekend celebrating God's most precious gift to us.  In this crazy, hectic life we find ourselves in, He is center.  We are so blessed.  And we have decided not to become innkeepers.